The Billionaire's Lover: Curves To Keep (Part One) (A BBW Erotic Romance) by Bethany Rousseau Page A

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her slight power over him. If she could make him reach orgasm with
her mouth, she thought… she had done it to so many men, she knew it
was only a matter of technique. Gabrielle sucked harder, running
her tongue along all of the sensitive places she knew made up the
anatomy of Edwards’ cock; she pressed against the tip, along the
length of the nerve that ran underneath, moaning to send vibrations
through the sensitive shaft as she began moving faster and faster.
She was consumed with the desire—the outright need—to make Edwards
come, to have that small token of power over him, and she took him
deeper into her mouth than she had ever taken any man, devouring
him with her lips and tongue, even letting him brush against the
muscles of her throat in spite of the discomfort. Edwards was
moaning lowly, his cock twitching inside of her mouth, his body
tensing, and Gabrielle knew he had to be close—he was only moments
away from climax.
     
    Abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth,
stepping back from her slightly, and Gabrielle let out a low, needy
whimper, arching her neck to look up into his face with
disappointment. Edwards chuckled, struggling to catch his breath
for a moment. “Oh-ho, you are a talented woman,” he said, stroking
her cheek with surprising tenderness. “But you didn’t really think
I was going to let you finish me off to your satisfaction, did you?” Gabrielle found
herself smiling in spite of her disappointment at the caressing,
dominant tone of voice. Edwards shook his head, his lips twitching
with a smile. “You’re a hungry little minx, aren’t you? Determined
not to ever fully give in.” He gave her hair a sharp tug and
Gabrielle gasped, tensing. “I will have to teach you the benefits
of submitting.” He pulled her up carefully and kissed her deeply on
the lips for a long moment, and Gabrielle forgot about her
determination to make him orgasm, lost in the thrill of her
helplessness and the demands of the kiss. Just when she was
becoming accustomed, Edwards let go of her, letting her fall back
to the desk in a graceless heap. He strode around the desk, out of
her sight, and Gabrielle struggled, trying to find a way to look
for him, to see what he was doing.
     
    He pulled her by the legs, dragging her
backward until her feet touched the ground, and Gabrielle grimaced
at the way her breasts pressed against the hard surface,
uncomfortable and tight. He settled her in the same position he’d
put her in at first, her hips pressed firmly against the edge of
the desk, her legs spread, and he lifted her skirt back up, his
fingers gliding across the curve of her ass as Gabrielle shivered
and trembled, frightened and intrigued all at once. It occurred to
her—too late, perhaps—that Edwards could do almost whatever he
wanted to her in her current state; she couldn’t get free to defend
herself, and the office was so private that even if she yelled, no
one would hear her. His fingers dipped down between her legs and he
began to play them against her soaking wet labia, teasing her as
she squirmed and writhed, the contact reminding her of how much her
body wanted relief. Edwards worked his way between her slick folds
slowly, finding her clit after torturous moments and rubbing
against it firmly. Gabrielle squirmed and writhed as he rubbed the
cluster of nerves, retreating and then returning, leaving her
trembling with intense need. “You are not to come without my
permission,” Edwards told her firmly, and Gabrielle, too aroused to
speak, nodded her assent to the condition, willing to agree to
anything if it would give her the promise of more, of better
contact, of satisfaction.
     
    Edwards’ fingers withdrew and Gabrielle
whimpered, pushing her hips back by instinct, needy for his touch.
The next moment she felt him pressing against her, the slightly
rough material of his trousers brushing against the backs of her
thighs. She tried to hold herself still as he brought his cock up
between her